Chapter 333: Attachment

She slept very uncomfortably, all kinds of weird dreams were intertwined, blurring the boundary with reality.
Just as uncomfortable, I vaguely heard Murong Cheng calling her name: "Zi Zi, get up and drink soup."
Mu Zi was lifted up by him, closed his eyes and took a sip of the soup. It had a sweet coke flavor and a slightly spicy flavor.
"Have we returned to Qingjiang?" Mu Zi murmured.
Otherwise, it would be really difficult to buy a piece of in Beibin City, an unfamiliar city at two o'clock in the morning.
Murong Cheng did not answer her, but slowly fed her soup, and sighed, "I shouldn't take you out today."
If you stay at home today, Mu Zi will not get sick and have a fever.
What he usually said, Mu Zi would always sneer at him, but he said that he shouldn't come out today, Mu Zi immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, you shouldn't come out."
She was drinking the soup, her head dizzy, but her thinking was very clear, and she talked to Murong Cheng in a different way.
"Every time I go out with you, it's very unlucky." Mu Zi said, "Once you encountered a gun attack, you blasted someone's face...the other was an assassination, and you stabbed someone to death. This time Nothing happened, but I got sick..."
"You wouldn't want something good?" Murong Cheng was angry and funny, trying to pinch her face, but seeing her still uncomfortable, he held back.
Mu Zi thought about it very seriously. After a while, he shook his head: "I can't think of a good person, you are too bad, and there is always nothing good to be with you."
Murong Cheng took a breath and felt an unspeakable suffocation in his heart.
Although he knew that Mu Zi didn't love him, he still cared.
It's impossible not to care...
Mu Zi slowly drank the soup, drank half a bowl, lay down and continued to sleep.
At this time, it was still dark, and only one lamp was on in the room, dimly yellow. Murong Cheng was in a bad mood, wanted to smoke a cigarette, and was going to the corridor outside.
He opened the door, and the lock made a small click.
Mu Zi suddenly sat up on the bed, "Murong Cheng?"
Her voice was soft, and her interrogative tone revealed a little anxiety, like a frightened and helpless deer.
"Huh?" Murong Cheng answered, standing by the door.
Mu Zi felt relieved and fell asleep again.
Murong Cheng was stunned.
After a while, he looked down at the cigarette case in his hand and put it away again.
Murong Cheng returned to the house and lay down next to Mu Zi, gently wrapping her in his arms.
She seemed to be in a dream, turning over and whispering, in a complaining tone: "...Murong Cheng, you are so annoying."
When he heard it, he felt sorry for her and laughed at her.
"Dirty little things." Murong Cheng's thin lips curled slightly, and the pain in his heart disappeared without a trace.
...
The next day, Mu Zi didn't wake up until eleven o'clock in his sleep.
She opened her eyes and found herself lying on the luxurious bed of the hotel, with snow outside the window, and she was still in Beibin City.
Murong Cheng touched her forehead, "The fever is gone."
Mu Zi is young and has fast recovery ability. She often goes to the gym with Jiang Ci to practice boxing and fitness. She has always been in good physical condition.
Although the fever subsided, her body was still weak and she was so hungry.
Mu Zi started to miss Bai Wei. If she was at home at the moment, Bai Wei would definitely change her way to make good food for her.
"I want to go home," she said.
Murong Cheng looked at her slightly pale face after illness, and said distressedly: "Okay, then go home."
The two returned to Qingjiang City by plane.
After arriving home, Murong Cheng was scolded by Bai Wei.
He didn't make up any excuses this time. He bluntly said that he took Mu Zi to Beibin City for Christmas, and because Mu Zi had a cold and fever, he was delayed in going home.
Bai Wei lost a lot of temper, but her character was too soft. Even if she lost her temper, it felt like a gentle drizzle: "Too foolish! Where can't you go to play, why run so far? Without going to bed in the middle of the night, she ran outside to get cold. Can you not get sick? What if the root of the disease is left behind? Your sister is so young, how can she withstand your toss!"